We all have our routines and one of mine is coffee first thing early of a morning. I turn away from the window as I get out of bed and had no cause to judge the weather and it's consequences. Aware more of the cold touch to the floor boards through my hesitant feet, I procured the coffee pot from it's place of rest and lifted my gaze out of the kitchen window. A never ending story. From when I finished writing the previous post the night before, Berlin has seen the air thick with frozen particles. I would be out about this very moment, photographing, but other commitments allow me not to re-live the Yorkshire Dales of last Easter.
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